Mia Les Angles Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

En ce moment

I am so happy for every year that I am here on this planet, becoming older always looking back and thanking the spirit of cancer for.

Then there's the river, Le Ruisseau, babbling along the town. It sorta mirrors life, unpredictable and suddenly deep. I'd sit there, thinking ‘bout love, dating, all the drama of it. And sometimes, I can't help but chuckle. Life’s bizarre.

Opening to the public of the Saint-Gobain Tower Showroom